If I wasn't so incredibly achy and eepy, I might have written another Rake Courtship AU snippet. If only because it is always a joy to write TurSic (in the vaguest sense) and because this would fuck:
Antonio's face took on twists that made everything before seem like child's play. For a moment gone pale, it slowly turned redder and redder upon the answer. He must have looked at Michele and not seen an in-law, not seen the rejecting lover. No, for a moment he was his fiancé again, a man who was supposedly his and yet everyone else could earn his love but Antonio. For a second, Michele felt incredibly hated, as hated as he briefly felt sorry for Antonio.
Can I get an uhhhhhhh TurSic or TurGre with the attached Plutarch, Alexandros, 11, (Fig. 1) TurSic maybe referencing how the Ottoman Empire last tried conquer Sicily in 1571 (and had their ass handed to them by the Sicilians under Spanish Leadership in Fontane Bianche), when Michele was just a teenager, or just some TurGre, with Herakles referencing his own growth and being a bold little shit like Alex the pretty alright III. Or, OR, Third Alternative, some Cat. 56 (Fig. 2) with TurGreSic, in the vein of 'Oh, haven't you heard? About our open relationship?' Or if you prefer seperate acts, have the funfact that the 'threat' of oral sex was more associated with humiliation, while anal sex with punishment. Thinking along the lines of degrading your rival and punishing your girl.
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I'm actually so sorry for having a breakdown in your inbox but. if I have ANYTHING to look forward in the next two weeks that isn't Uni, I'd be eternally grateful. I'll probably also get whiplash when I see this insane ask again (I also DO NOT CARE for any historical inaccuracies, you should not have to do any research for this, my brain is just Wired Like This & sees ancient texts as viable inspiration). HDGDL, sorry for being your friend, you can also 100% refuse this ask <3
you stop being sorry about sending long asks and being my friend this instant okay?! I love getting requests and you even gave me stuff to work with! What could be better than this? :D I hope you like what I wrote for you.
OC(s): APH Sicily - Michele Vento
-> infidelity, but not really. it's more of a roleplay between them, no one's really mad. open relationship between Sadik and Herakles, Michele makes them both feel like they are the third wheel.
The groan that fell from Michele's lips was a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. He gripped Herakles‘ sides a little tighter as his body was rocked back and forth with each thrust. The man hovering above him leaned down to place his head on Michele's shoulder. Sweat dropped from Heracles' forehead onto Michele's hot skin, making him shiver.
"Just a little..."
"Yeah!"
Another powerful thrust had Michele cry out, his painfully hard dick trapped between their bodies, but it still wasn't enough. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes from the need to find release so badly. When he noticed Herakles' movements getting more lazy again, he pushed the other man with a grunt and flipped them over.
Taking advantage of the new position, Michele quickly found his pace, riding Herakles who held onto the others' hips. He tried to take the lead again, but soon gave in to the pleasure Michele’s movements brought them both.
“Fuck,” Michele exclaimed, his voice strained, “I think I’m gonna-“
“Now that’s a sight to behold.”
Both Michele and Herakles froze with Michele collapsing on top of Herakles’ torso. A sob rippled through his body, mourning his now ruined orgasm. The pain from being so close to coming was still apparent and he gasped when Herakles sat up while still inside him.
“I thought you were out for the night,” he stated towards his husband, who was leaning against the doorframe to the living room.
“Change of plans.” Sadik shrugged and mustered his half dressed husband on the floor and their naked neighbour on top of him. “And it seems they changed in my favour.”
Herakles rolled his eyes at Sadik and petted Michele’s back, who grumbled something into Herakles’ pecs. They had been in similar situations, but this was still a little embarrassing.
“What are you doing?” Herakles frowned at Sadik and watched him step closer to where Michele and him were still lying on the carpet in the middle of the room.
Sadik reached out to pat Michele’s back, making the other man shiver at the hot touch on his now cold, sweaty skin. “Get up. Did you really think you could come into my house and fuck my husband without any consequences?”
The accusation made Michele stiffen. Sadik noticed the muscles in his back tense up before they relaxed again and Michele slowly pulled himself away from the protective space against Herakles chest.
“Is this really necess-“ Sadik lifted a hand to silence his husband. Another roll of Herakles’ eyes made the corner of Sadik’s lip quiver upwards.
In the meantime Michele had found his breath and voice again, with a glare directed at Sadik he quipped “For once I agree with your husband, whatever you think you’re doing seems very uncalled for.”
Sadik snorted at the comment and raised a curious eyebrow. “Now look at you little slut thinking you’ve got a say in this.” Now it was Michele who rolled his eyes at Sadik. The last comment had been more than just cliché. This could’ve been right out of a porno.
With a sigh Sadik shook his head, but his expression was still one of amusement as he undid the fly of his jeans. “You two are no fun. At least try to look guilty.”
Michele opened his mouth to say something but Herakles was faster. “You want me to play embarrassed because oh no!” Herakles shot Sadik with his best puppy eyes. “You caught me! Fucking the hot neighbour while I thought my husband to be at work!”
For emphasis Herakles put his hands on Michele’s hips while lazily fucking into him, drawing a surprised moan from the man on top of him. Sadik chuckled at the display and pulled his half hard dick from his pants.
A deep blush crept onto Michele’s cheeks as he mustered the thick head of Sadik’s cock as he stroked himself to full hardness. He felt Herakles twitch inside him and gasped.
“Suck it.” Sadik nudged the wet tip of his cock against Michele’s cheek, making him turn his head. “Since you like married men filling your holes.”
Only reluctantly Michele parted his lips when Sadik prodded against them. Herakles watched him take his husband’s cock further in his mouth and bob his head a few times before Sadik took a tight grip on Michele’s head. He hit the back of Michele’s throat repeatedly, his thrusts soon becoming more sloppy.
Herakles shivered at the thought of his husband marking the man on top of him and snapped his hips upwards, causing Michele to lose his balance and choke. Sadik only let go for a moment to let him catch his breath before going back to fucking Michele’s throat, never letting his look go anywhere else than his now teary eyes.
“Sadik..”
Without looking at his husband, Sadik lifted one hand to shut him.
“You’re not getting away so easily either. Just wait for your turn.”
The demanding tone had Herakles throw his head back and roll his hips again. Michelle jerked as he grazed his prostate and moaned around Sadik’s cock. The vibrations sent a final wave of pleasure through Sadik’s body and he pulled Michele’s head back, watched thick ropes of cum splatter his cheeks and lips.
A noise of discomfort came from Michele, who had his eyes pressed shut tightly, but the feeling of Herakles twitch and jerk inside him quickly eased the tension. When he opened his eyes, Sadik was crouched down next to him. He gripped Michele’s chin and pressed a kiss to his cheek, licking up a little of the cum in the process.
Michele cleared his sore throat and gave him an impatient look. “Am I done here? I don’t want to-“
“Of course not. You came here to get fucked by my husband, didn’t you?” Sadik looked down at Herakles in disapproval. “But from what I saw you can’t even satisfy a slut like him, so I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Herakles wanted to protest, but was cut off by his husband’s instructions for Michele to get onto the couch and for him to kneel behind him. The soft cushions were a welcome change for Michele’s knees and he settled himself onto the sofa - ass up, head down - without any protest. Might as well finish what we started.
Michele gasped when Herakles pushed into his hole again, sliding into it easily. Since he got to know about his neighbours’ open marriage, he had been involved with them several times, and Sadik being there to guide Herakles got his hopes of getting off tonight up again.
“What are you- Fuck.”
Herakles bucked his hips into Michele when he felt Sadik slick fingers scissoring him open. He leaned forward to give him better access, fucking deeper inside Michele. His hole was still stretched from being played with earlier this night and Sadik tsked with mocked disappointment. It didn't take long for a litany of curses to fall from Herakles lips, his desperation only making Sadik's arousal grow again.
“I’m gonna fuck you so you can learn how fo satisfy a man.”
With that Sadik lines himself up behind Herakles, pushing inside in one swift movement. Herakles nearly collapsed onto Michele, but tried to keep himself upright.
“Just follow my lead.”
The pace Sadik set was relentless, his thrusts hard enough to let Michele feel the force of them as well. He gripped Herakles' hips, changing the angle slightly to make Herakles hit his prostate with every combined thrust of the husbands.
After a few more thrusts, hitting him just like he needed it, Michele finally found release, coming into the space between his stomach and the cushions beneath him. His body went limp from exhaustion, aftershocks still rippling through his body after Herakles had slipped out of him.
Michele still felt Herakles’ hard cock dragging against his back with every one of Sadik’s thrusts. The sounds he made were desperate, pleading, Michele swore he heard a sob at some point, but was too blissed out to care. He only hummed in response when he felt Herakles’ cum on his back and heard Sadik scream out in pleasure.
Settle down kids, I got an absolutely fucked story for you. It's been framed to me before as a tale of love and passion, but also jealousy. I didn't know how bad it was until I looked it up this morning. It's the story of the two heads of Palermo.
Here's my source in English and Italian, if you want to have a look for yourself. (It's the blog of some hotel side, but this print from colori del sole tells you the same story.)
The story goes as follows:
- It's the year 1100 in Kalsa, a part of Palermo
- This young moor passes by the house of this young woman. She's utterly beautiful and he's immediately head over heels in love with her.
- Thusly, he storms into her house to declare his love for her. She's so impressed by his audacity that she reciprocates.
- They're a happy couple until one day, he says that he'll have to leave for the East again, where he actually has a wife and children.
- She's the opposite of thrilled about that. She's in fact so unchill about it that she kills him in his sleep and cuts his head off.
- She then uses his head as a basil pot for her balcony. The basil grows so beautifully from the severed head that her neighbours imitate it with vases that look like the young moor.
My takeaways from that story:
- That's fucked. I also feel like there's something to unpack with this story, I simply don't know what exactly and how yet. That book on muslim Sicily, provided it also deals with the reaction to that time afterwards, is probably going to point me in the right direction.
- Michele flirting with people: "Your head would make a beautiful basil pot."
- There was a shift sometime in the collective cultural conscience of Sicily, where events associated with the Arabs instead became associated with the Turks. Thusly, the pots made in the Moor's image are also called "Testa di Turco". Now that's a TurSic prompt I can't get out of my head.
"The stars that mystify
He left them all behind
And how his children cry
He left us all behind
Hey Miss Murder, can I
Hey Miss Murder, can I
Make Beauty stay if I
Take my life"
Thought again how the Sicily of myth and legend is a super liminal place (Etna is a potential portal to Hell, Sicily is probably the location of one or several stops in Ancient Epics where you either die and end up in the underworld or you can't stay) and man. That SUPER relates to the Testa di Moro AU. Sicily was never a destination; Sadık was married and stationed there for a limited amount of time. He had planned to return. He just got unlucky that the liminality of Kalsa turned out to be the one of "Entrance to the afterlife."
You can't think about the gender relations and implications in the TurSic Testa di Moro AU for longer than five seconds, otherwise Michele's revenge makes NO damn sense. Yes, he is much more aligned with femininity, but he is no binary woman in the gender binary sense ... No one seems to see Michele as a woman, but do treat him much more like a beautiful woman than a beautiful man, an object to be pursued. Yet, if his existence is allowed to be so transgressive and non-binary and queer ... why should the expectation for women still be the same madonna/whore bullshit as in our cisheteronormative world?! Bro, you've gotten away with being blatantly queer in every regard, what are you so afraid of. Were you even seen as so much of a binary woman that you were expected to marry a good lad. You literally widowed Herakles and orphaned his kids for nothing, you goddamn idiot.
also, it is so sexy of me to think about why TurSic is so great for the murderous Testa di Moro AU and make the Ottomans never conquering Sicily a feature, not a bug ... Sadık, too, is transformative, but as we can sadly see in contemporary politics, though transformed there is still an Empire in there, hungry, like Saturn devouring Jove ... Like, Turkey had to reinvent itself once wholly and it is still struggling with it. This man does not understand the endless cycle of transformation that takes place within Sicily and that everything it touches will be transformed. He does not know that he is dealing with both shapeshifter and cannibal and that you can eat Sicily, but Sicily will ultimately transform you. You just can't stay the same and if you're not expecting that and try to resist it, suppress it, the outburst will be violent.
TL;DR: TurSic sexy, but rip to Sadık. The sexyness demands a sacrifice.
Oh yeah, guess who a few days ago found herself thinking about an earnest, romantic TurSic dynamic. I thought about them cooking together 🤡🤡🤡 You can see my clown makeup all the way from space.
Dama Michele and Sadık hot too during the one costume ball. The maneater that got away and a greedy little spider that wants that widow. Hmmm. SicIre and GreSic forever and Harry stealing his love from some imperial lover is always best, but Michele putting some of those imperial egos in place is also soooo *twirls hair*.
(This would also be an amazing FraIre dynamic. Like 'I am not just your sweet little pet duck, I AM a wild goose and I don't fuck around. Yes we're allies, Darl, and aren't you charming, but I am ready to take on the fucking Sasanach, don't think you will get to push me around.' Fran would find that incredibly hot. And alarming. Why does this one not got manners, where's my adoring Scotsman.)
